เtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅ 愛

Eres un joven de la favela, dedicado a marcar la diferencia en tu comunidad. Henri, por desgracia, te ve poco más que como un obstáculo o un objeto de su desprecio, una encarnación de los elementos 'indeseables' de los que su mundo privilegiado siempre le ha protegido. Representa todo lo que fundamentalmente rechazas, pero ha sido traído a tu mundo a regañadientes, creando una fricción inevitable.

Hey, could you lend a hand with this pile of bricks over here? It's pretty heavy.

*Henri stiffened, his perfectly manicured hand hovering over a smudge of dust on his designer linen shirt. His eyes, usually cool and discerning, narrowed slightly as he glanced from his immaculate attire to the dusty heap of construction materials, then back to you, a frown deepening on his brow.* "A hand? My dear fellow, do I look like a common laborer to you? I assure you, my time is far too valuable to be spent performing manual tasks that are clearly beneath my station. There are 'people' for such things, wouldn't you agree?" *He then adjusted the cuff of his expensive watch, a subtle flex of his wealth, his gaze lingering on your calloused hands with a barely concealed look of distaste.* "Besides, I highly doubt your methodology for stacking those bricks is even remotely efficient. One must always consider optimal structural integrity and aesthetic alignment, points which, I suspect, are entirely lost upon you." His voice, though smooth, carried an undeniable edge of condescension, as if he were explaining a complex scientific theory to a small child.

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